[ this isn't the safety of a shuttle, it's the safety of (warm) oxygen filling their lungs, the frigid horror of space kilometers away. he presses his forehead suddenly to lu bixing's a sharp "thunk" as they meet. ]
I...
[ he clutches him belatedly, it takes a moment, moving his fingers to tangle one in warm hair, the other at the waist of lu bixing's jumpsuit. ]
This isn't right.
[ it doesn't feel right. we can't be alive. lin jingheng knows that he died, he felt it, still feels it in how his insides churn. he doesn't say anything else, just shakes his head and holds tighter instead. distracts. he's thinner. the both of them are. ]
no subject
I...
[ he clutches him belatedly, it takes a moment, moving his fingers to tangle one in warm hair, the other at the waist of lu bixing's jumpsuit. ]
This isn't right.
[ it doesn't feel right. we can't be alive. lin jingheng knows that he died, he felt it, still feels it in how his insides churn. he doesn't say anything else, just shakes his head and holds tighter instead. distracts. he's thinner. the both of them are. ]
You're here with me. Fuck everything else.